Last night I dreamed that I was with a friend going to school. The friend had apparently learned to fly- not well mind, but I only knew how to hover. I hovered by denying gravity, then pushing off with my feet. I could stop my assent by letting gravity have a little of it's due, and could go down the same way. This was all easy to do and sort of subconcious. For some reason I wasn't able to go particularlly high, but that's probably due to air resistance. Anyway.

As we were walking, I imagined that I could fly fast if I .. visualized a great force under my feet. I told my friend about it, and he thought that that might work, so I tried it, and took off into the air- high into the air, and flew toward the school, which was, I think, about two miles away, at great speed, probably over a hundred miles an hour. I didn't feel the wind against my cheeks or a shortness of breath, it was like I was in some sort of bubble. Then I landed. And passed out. I was revived in the nurses office and was forced to eat. As it turns out I was ravonously hungry. The nurse explained to me that all that energy had to come from somewhere...